Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I'm not looking for a woman made of diamond, but waiting for one made of gold. 

Someone that helps our love mold. 

Someone to grow old with and travel through the storm.

Where you can find her by the river picking rocks. 

That even without make up she still feels hot. 

That understands we don't need each other, but compliment each other's lives. 

That looks at each day as a surprise. 

A best friend that won't get tired of my jokes, even when I make that stupid pose. 

That will accept my past and what it's made of me. 

Where if she has a task, she will look at it confidently.

And well if she doesn't, then I'll help her see. 

That looks at art not like anyone else.

Knowing my poetry is the way I express my heart. 

Knowing that singing and dancing is a must:)

And most important understanding what love does.